Peyton spends a lot of time in her crib. She’s usually sleeping, so it’s ok. But it’s that other time in the crib, when she’s awake, that I feel badly for her. Like today, Brandon was putting up a fuss getting ready for school. I went out to there to move things along. Peyton had been sleeping, but must have been woken up by all the noise. When I got back to the room, she was just chillin’, looking up at our picture and smiling. She was playing the piano with her feet on the crib slats, talking to herself. As I saw what she was doing, I said, “Good morning, Peyton,” which proceeded to startle her. She flinched a little bit, trying to find where my voice was coming from. She ended up looking at me upside down, but was smiling because she knew she would get attention now. She is just content though, as long as she is not hungry or wet, to be in the crib, hanging out with her picture of us and her friend.
Now, she’s in that pre-sleep state, where she’s groggy and semi-awake. I think she is eavesdropping on Dave’s phone conversation with his mom. She’s rolling around the length of the crib, toting her friend along in the process. Then she just taps the crib, looking at Pooh and his friends on the crib sheet. She just stopped moving, signaling nighty-night time. Good baby.
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